Pitter Patter

Seasons had come and gone since she first arrived in Boreas. And yet, still no sign of her family. She was lonely. Constantly wandering with no sight, sound, nor smell of her family made her feel like she was the only one on earth. She knew, of course, that that wasn't true, but how she missed her family terribly. She didn't have any friends, no pack nor lover or even a companion. She was utterly, and truly alone.

She walked with her head down, paws squelching a bit in the muddy ground. Morning mist clung to the ground around her, as did a bit of frost. She could hear a few birds, but she figured that the majority had all decided to migrate and move to warmer climates. Sighing, she decided to sit against a tree. The gentle, crisp breeze brought with it many scents, and one, in particular, smelled vaguely familiar. A pack maybe? One that was nearby? She had never visited any of the packs or gone near them, but the smell of the one near this place confused her. She swore she had smelled it before...but where?

Then it hit her. The gentleman that had dug her out when she had gotten stuck in the snow! He was from a pack around here, wasn't he? She couldn't quite remember the name, but she definitely remembered that smell! She wondered if he was nearby, or maybe within calling range. She thought about it, but she also didn't want to disturb anyone. What if he was busy? Or what if the rest of the pack decided to come after her for being too close? Did that happen? Did packs do that? She was conflicted, but in the end, she decided to try a soft call for him. If he wasn't nearby, then he wouldn't hear it. She hoped that he was, however. She was pretty lonely, and a familiar face would help to ease her mind, even if just a little.